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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
UT,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.