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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.