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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.