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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
cv313,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Television,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.