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 Jamaica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Main Source,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.