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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.