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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
MC5,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.