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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.