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 Kazakhstan 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.