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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
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.