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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.