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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.