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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.