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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 snare 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.