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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Scion,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.