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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.