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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.