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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas 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?
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.