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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.