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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '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 Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.