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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.