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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Germs to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Symarip,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.