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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.