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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.