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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Los Fastidios 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers 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?
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.