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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.