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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.