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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.