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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.