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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.