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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deakin to the grime 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.