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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
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.