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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.