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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.