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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 John Cale to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.