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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.