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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.