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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.