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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Cameo,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.