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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Christie 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
MC5,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.