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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.