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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Erasure,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.