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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Q65,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.