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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
CMW,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.