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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Television to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.