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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.