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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
the Association,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.