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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.