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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.