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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.