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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.