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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.