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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.