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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Crime,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.