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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Whodini 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Japan,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.