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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.