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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 808 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.