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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.