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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Visage,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.