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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.