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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.