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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Cramps to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.