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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.