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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.