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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.