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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.