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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.