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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.