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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.