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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Crime,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.