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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.