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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.