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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
This Heat,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.