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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.