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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Smog to the grime 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.