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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
the Normal,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.