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 Chad 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Moebius,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.