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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Litter to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.