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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.