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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.