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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Brick,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.