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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 The Neon Judgement 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.