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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
MDC,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.