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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.