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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.