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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.