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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.