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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.