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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.