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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.