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 Papua New Guinea 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
the Association,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.