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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.