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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.