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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.