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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.