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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.