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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.