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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Faust to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.