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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.