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 Albania 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.