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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.