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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Brick,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.