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 Ghana and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
The Litter,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
UT,
a-ha,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.