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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
MDC,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.