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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.