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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 cv313 to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.