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 Mongolia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
The Martian,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.