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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
10cc,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.