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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.