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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.