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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.