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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.