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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Wire,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.