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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.