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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Scientists to the punk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.