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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.