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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.