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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.