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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.