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 Sweden 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.