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 Rwanda 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Organ,
The Martian,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.