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 Singapore 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
UT,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.