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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.