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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.