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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.