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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.