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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
UT,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.