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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.