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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
MC5,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.