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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.