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 Lithuania 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.