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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Nas,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
10cc,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.