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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Niagra,
PIL,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.