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 Suriname 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.