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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.