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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.