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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.