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 Benin 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Neu!,
The Fall,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.