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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.