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 China and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
June Days,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Gong,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Franke,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.