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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.