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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
MDC,
June Days,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
MC5,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.