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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.