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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.