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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.