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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Can,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Monolake,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.