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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.