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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Fugazi to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.