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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.