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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.