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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.