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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Monks,
Connie Case,
The Move,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.