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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.