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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.