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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.