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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.