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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.