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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
The Gories,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.