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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.