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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Technova,
Suicide,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
June Days,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.