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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.