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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Pole,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.