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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Maurizio,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.