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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Can,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.