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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.