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 Ecuador 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.