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 Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Ituana,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.