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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Real Kids to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
The Index,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.