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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
UT,
Can,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.