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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Mars,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
New Order,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.