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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.