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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Skriet,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.