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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
MDC,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.