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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.