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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.