Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Can,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.