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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.