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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the punk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.