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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.