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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.