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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.