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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.