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 Spain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.