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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Ossler,
The Names,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.