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 Uzbekistan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.