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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.