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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.