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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.