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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.