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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.