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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Niagra,
The Associates,
the Human League,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.