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 Laos 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.