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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.