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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.