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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.