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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
June Days,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.