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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.