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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Smog,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Index,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.