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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.