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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.