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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
PIL,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.