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 New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.