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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace 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?
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.