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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.