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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.