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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.