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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Smog,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.