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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.