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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Qualms,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.