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 Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.