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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.