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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.