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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis 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?
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.