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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.