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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.