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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.