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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.