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 Honduras 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight 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?
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Index,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.