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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.