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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.