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 Latvia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.