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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.