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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.