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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.