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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
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 Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.