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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 organ 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.