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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 kango's stein massive to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.