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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.