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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.