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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & 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.