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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.