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 Cuba 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Gong,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Crime,
PIL,
the Germs,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.