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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.