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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.