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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.