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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.