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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.