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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Whodini,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.