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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Magazine,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Organ,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.