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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.