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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.