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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Smog,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.