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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.