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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.