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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.