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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dead C 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Index,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.