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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.