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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.