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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
The Residents,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.