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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.