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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.