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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.