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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.