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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Television,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Make Up,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.