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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
ABC,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.