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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.