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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.