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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.