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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.