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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.