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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.