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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Zapp,
The Move,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.