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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
UT,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.