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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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-102. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango 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?
Man Parrish,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.