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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Fall to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.