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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
June Days,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Can,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Index,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.