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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
UT,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.