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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
The Litter,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.