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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
The Index,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
X-101,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.