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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.