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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.