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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.