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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.