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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Excepter 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.