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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.