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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.