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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.