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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones 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?
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Ludus,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
AZ,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.