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 Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.