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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
PIL,
Mars,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.