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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.