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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.