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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.