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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
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.