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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Moebius,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.