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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Fear 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.