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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.