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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.