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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.