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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.