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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.