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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.