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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily 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?
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Fear,
Faust,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.