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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.