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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.