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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Organ,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.