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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.