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 Latvia and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.