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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.