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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.