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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.