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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.