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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.