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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Fear,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.