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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.