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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Television,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
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.