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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.