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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Can,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.