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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.