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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Pole,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.