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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
DNA,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.