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 Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.