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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
The Doors,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.