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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Normal to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.