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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.