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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.