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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Japan,
Scion,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.