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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.