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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.