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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 the Human League to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
June Days,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.