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 Brunei 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Faust,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.