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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 The Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.