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 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.