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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.