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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.