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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
The Index,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.