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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.