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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amazonics to the disco 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Lalann,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.