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 Denmark and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.