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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.