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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.