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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.