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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.