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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.