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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.