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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.