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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Liliput,
10cc,
June of 44,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.