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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s 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 Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.