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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.