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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.