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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.