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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.