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 South Africa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.