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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Skriet,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.