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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
cv313,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.