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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.