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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.