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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.