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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cramps to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.