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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.