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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.