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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.