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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.