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 China and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Nico,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.