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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Darondo,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.