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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.