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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
The Names,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.