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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.