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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 UT to the techno 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
New Order,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.