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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.