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 China 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.