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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
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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.