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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Whodini,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.