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 Burundi 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.