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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.