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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.