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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.