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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Little Man,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.