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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Pole,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.