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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 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?
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Ultravox,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.