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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.