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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
The Standells,
Can,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.