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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.