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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.