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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.