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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.