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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.