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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.