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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.