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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.