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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Swans,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.