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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.