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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Visage,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.