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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.