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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.