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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pop Group to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Parry Music,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.