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 Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
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.