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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Gong,
JFA,
The Seeds,
DNA,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.