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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the electroclash 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.