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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.