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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.