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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Pole,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.