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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.