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 Peru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.