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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.