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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Robert Hood 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Nico,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.