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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.