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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.