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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Franke,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Technova,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.