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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Television,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.