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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Grass Roots to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.