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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.