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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.