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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.