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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.