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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.