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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 snare 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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.