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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Television,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.