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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Television,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.