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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.