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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.