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 Samoa 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.