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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Magma,
New Order,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.