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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.