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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.