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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.