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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.