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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Index,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.