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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.