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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.