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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.