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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.