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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.