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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.