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 Palau 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Juan Atkins 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.