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 Kazakhstan 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five 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?
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Franke,
Josef K,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.