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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Index,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.