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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.