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 Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.