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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.