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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.