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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.