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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 ABBA to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.