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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Zapp,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.