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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.