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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.