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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.