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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
MC5,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.