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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Houston and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.