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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.