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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Nico,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.