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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.