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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.