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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.