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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.