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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.