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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.