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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.