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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
UT,
Mars,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.