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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Make Up to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.