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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.