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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Wings,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.