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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.