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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.