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 Montenegro 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.