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 and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.