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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.