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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.