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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.