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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
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.