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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.