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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.