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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the funk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Japan,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.