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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Mars,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.