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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.