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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.