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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.