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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.