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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.