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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.