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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.