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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.