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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.