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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.