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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.