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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.