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 Dominica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.