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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.