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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
X-102,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.