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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.