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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Magma to the crunk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Section 25,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.