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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.