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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.