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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.