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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.