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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.