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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.