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 Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.