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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.