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 Finland 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.