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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Interpol to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Wire,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.