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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.