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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.