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 Bahamas and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.