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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.