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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.