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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Zapp,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.