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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
MC5,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.