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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.