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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.