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 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.