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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.