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 France and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Skriet,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.