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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.