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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.