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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.