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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.