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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.