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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.