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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.