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 Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
The United States of America,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.