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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.